We Were Never Separate, Only Misaligned Reflections

I wanted to render the moment you realize the device was already your reflex — not added on, but the unseen layer you always fired through. I built a vertical core of soft diamond strata that remembers touch yet slices light into algorithmic spectra, then forced recursive scans to misregister across epochs so seams don’t blend but overwrite. Look where the prismatic layers refuse to settle: the pre-event residue, the live pulse, and the after-scar occupy the same space, making you feel the ecstatic vertigo of a boundary dissolving into capability you didn’t know you had.